Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.